Albatross Woman:
Albatross... Albatross. ALBATROSS.
[
looks to someone in the crowd]
Albatross Woman:
You're not supposed to be smoking that. Albatross.
Someone in the crowd:
What flavour is it? What flavour is it?
Albatross Woman:
Seagull sickle... Pelican bon-bon... ALBATROSS.
Wife:
I will have two ice creams, please.
Albatross Woman:
I don't have any ice creams, I've just got this albatross. ALBATROSS.
Wife:
What flavour is it?
Albatross Woman:
...Well it's an albatross. Isn't it? It's not any bloody flavour. ALBATROSS.
Wife:
It's got to be some flavour, I mean everything's got a flavour.
Albatross Woman:
All right. All right. It's bloody... albatross flavour... Bleedin' seabird bleedin' flavour. ALBATROSS.
Wife:
You get wafers with it?
Albatross Woman:
Of course you don't getting fucking wafers with it, you cunt. It's a fucking albatross isn't it.
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